by Aven Jayce
“Oh my god, you feel like ice. What the hell happened?” She conceals my fingers in hers and blows warm air onto my skin.
My vision’s still blurry and I’m sure the gash on my forehead isn’t pretty. I’ll need a story. Fast.
“I had to deal with an unruly drunk who was using the pool as a urinal. He ended up pushing me in and I hit my head. Luckily, my brother-in-law was with me and the two of us got the guy back to his room. It was a mess.”
“But the pool’s warm,” she challenges.
“Yeah, but it’s fucking cold outside and once I got out, my body temperature dropped.”
She turns on the bedroom lamp. “Take off your wet pants and let me warm you... oh shit, your head.” She sees the wound and reaches out.
“Is it bad? I haven’t seen it yet.”
“You have a small lump. There’s a cut too, but it’s not bleeding. When did this happen?”
“About an hour ago.”
“You’ve been in wet clothes for that long? No wonder you’re so cold. I’m surprised you didn’t get knocked unconscious when you hit your head. Hurry up, take off your pants and get under the comforter.”
I smile at her motherly commands. My ex never took care of me like this, and she never asked how I was, or if I needed anything. She couldn’t even make me dinner. I’m sure Jules would do those things. She’s a considerate woman and a good fuck. I hate lying to her, but the less she knows the safer she’ll be.
“Will you blow on my cock like you just blew on my fingers? I doubt I’ll be able to get it up for a while, but it might help.”
“Anything,” she whispers, helping me take off my pants and boxers. She sits nude on the edge of the bed, grabs my ass, and brings my shriveled dick closer to her mouth. Her smile as she looks into my eyes calms my jittery nerves.
I can’t believe how close I came to death tonight. Thank fuck I had my blade and was able to think clearly enough to get out of the situation to come back to her.
It’s in my blood to be a killer, but I might also have it in me to show Jules a little love. I’m going to try. I want this. My head is a goddamn whirlwind whenever I look into her golden honey eyes, and I can’t get enough of her seductive words that do a number on my cock. She’s irresistible.
“You’re my first glimpse of the brilliant rays of sunrise,” I say like a pussy, watching her hand drift slowly down my leg. She loosens my ankle holster and drops my gun to the floor then guides me under the comforter where I’m tucked into a tight cocoon.
“Do you have plans for me once I’m encased inside your silky web?” I ask.
She leans in and kisses my neck then gives me a chilling wink. I tremble, unsure if the shiver in my bones is from the cold water, or her.
“Close your eyes, Mark. I’m going to play some relaxing music and then caress your body. You’ll be sweltering and ready for me in no time.”
I stare at her ass as she flips through the iPod connected to my sound system. I doubt any of my music is relaxing. I suppose she could put In The Pines back on, but I’d be surprised at her age if she’s ever even heard of it.
“This okay?” she whispers and straddles my hips from on top of the comforter.
She’s playing Every Breath You Take by The Police and I nod in approval. It’s another one of my smoking songs.
“Close your eyes,” she repeats. “Let me touch you.”
I obey and savor her hands moving gently over my chest and arms, feeling relieved as the numbness in my fingers and toes starts to disappear.
“This is pacifying.”
She hums and sings quietly along with the music. “Every breath mmm mmm...”
My blood vessels no longer feel constricted.
“Mmm, mmm watching you.”
My heart beats normally.
“You belong...”
I open my eyes. “You belong to me, Jules.”
Her response isn’t subtle. “I’ve been watching you... I know.”
“Know what?” I move like wildfire, tossing the covers, pushing her down, and restraining her wrists. She thinks this is a game and laughs, making me realize she’s referring to my ownership over her, and not Dayne.
“It’s nice being underneath you. Are you ready to feel the sticky silk of my web now?” She jokes. “Or do you need to be licked into shape first?”
“I wouldn’t mind getting a little tongue action. My dick relishes being lost inside your mouth.” I turn on my side and her face departs for my cock. She kisses the tip then does a nice swirl before flicking the ridge a few times until slowly, my flesh parts her lips and slides inside.
“That’s it, beautiful. Keep working it ‘til it reaches your throat.”
My fingers flow lovingly along the side of her face and around to the back of her neck. Her warm mouth on my shaft steals sweet moans from my body with every lick.
It takes longer than usual to get erect because of the icy water, but once I’m hard...
“Shit, that’s good.” I hold her hair back, watching saliva drip from her mouth. “Let up now so we can fuck. This has been a stressful night and I need harsh play to let off some steam. Turn over.” She lies on her stomach and I pull her hips upward, toward my cock. “Get ready for me.” I smirk, reaching for a condom in my nightstand. “Don’t try to be in control and don’t speak. The only word you’re permitted to say tonight is Mark. I don’t want anything else leaving those plump lips of yours. My dick’s going in and only my name’s coming out... that and my cum.”
I lick my fingers and moisten her pussy before rubbing my tip against her flesh.
“Mark,” she whispers.
“That’s it, say it.”
Nudging inside causes her head to rise, exposing her small, vulnerable neck that I grip passionately. I pull her closer, needing to be totally immersed within this woman. The Lake will never have my last breath; I’m saving it for her.
“You’re beyond wonderful. It’s startling how obsessed I am with you,” I whisper.
Her back hits my chest and a hard rush of air fires from our mouths.
“Ride me,” I demand. “Fucking ride me and make me cum.”
Her ass rests on my upper thighs and my hands capture her breasts as she bounces rapidly on my dick.
“Uh.” Her head falls onto my shoulder, exposing her face and open mouth in the soft light.
“You love my cock, don’t you?” I pant while biting her shoulder. “You love it. Go ahead and beat it. Work the cum out of me.”
I force her movements with one hand clutched to her tit and the other on her hip, thrusting her body onto mine.
“I can’t wait for you to taste it.”
She launches into her own wild ride, leaving me behind.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I whisper and smack her hand away from her clit. “Don’t you dare cum. Pleasure me, not yourself. Not yet.”
Her motion ceases and she does an impressive one-eighty on my dick, a move that seems effortless and feels superb. I could get used to that.
She starts up again, coating my cock with her jellified pussy. It’s slick and I bet she’s aching for my fingers to get her off.
“I want you to eat my cum. Swallow my entire load, every last drop. Do it and you’ll be rewarded.”
“Yes, Mark!” Her voice is high and boisterous.
“Keep hammering me. Pound it. I deserve a good beating tonight... that’s it. Fuck me, you little sex fiend.”
“Uh,” we say in sync.
Her springing tits get seized, sucked, bitten, pinched, and friskily slapped. She loves it. I can tell from the loud non-stop moans that fill the room.
“I’m on the verge... so close... keep fucking me.”
She uses my shoulders to steady herself and moves faster, thrusting her hips to get me off.”
“Yes...” I moan. “Uh... finish it... give me head and swallow.”
I yank the condom off and push her head down, replacing one wet hole with the ot
her.
“Hell, yeah.” I grab her hair and lunge my hips forward. “Suck it.”
Her head bobs and my warm semen starts to surge down her throat.
“Fuck!” My eyes clench and my fingernails dig tightly into her shoulders. “Uh,” I mumble huskily as I fill her mouth. The thick fluid escapes and lands on my abdomen. “Jules,” I pant, “oh, that’s good. Swallow for me.” And she does. “I want to be all the way inside of you. You’re incredible. Fuck, that’s badass... you’re badass,” I babble, releasing quick expirations while she laughs. “Oh, Jesus, that was terrific.”
I open my eyes and see a devilish look on her face. She’s just as pleased with herself as I am with her, and my cold and clammy flesh has changed to a warm glow.
I’m back.
“Thanks for engaging in my rough games. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She’s silent, still acting... I think.
“Speak to me, Jules.”
She leans forward with cum covered lips and adorns my face with soft kisses before a firm grip of my chin takes me off guard. My head is tilted upward to meet her eyes. Then, after a tranquil breath she addresses me candidly.
“I know about Dayne.”
PART TWO
FIXING
“What did you say?”
Julia’s delicate frame is restrained in a solid grip. She gasps with mammoth eyes, but doesn’t fight to get away.
“What the fuck did you say?” I repeat.
“Be nice to me,” she whispers. “I heard you and your brother-in-law in the garage and I think you’re in need of fixing.”
“What?” I push her away and get my ass out of bed, grab my gun and demand she get dressed.
“Fucking son of a bitch!” I shout.
“What? I don’t understand. It didn’t sound like you had much of a choice but to kill him.”
“Put your goddamn clothes on.”
“Mark...”
“I said put your fucking clothes on!” She dresses quietly under a watchful eye. Fuck, I really don’t feel like killing another person tonight.
“You need help.”
“What the hell does that mean? Help with what? You know... just shut the hell up, don’t say anything right now. Let me think,” I utter. “Damn it, I wish you wouldn’t have opened your mouth.”
“Excuse me?” She stands and struts forward with a finger pointed toward my face.
“Sit down, Jules,” I say sharply.
“No, you sit down, Mark.”
“I said sit your ass down!”
She stops an inch from my face, places her hands on her hips, and stares into my eyes with a pissed off expression.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whisper.
“No,” she says. “Stop acting like a dick, there’s no reason to be afraid of me.”
“What? Who the hell do you think you are? Afraid of you? Seriously, sit your ass down!”
She’s motionless, showing no sign of backing down. “I’m not putting up with this shit,” I say, lifting her into the air.
“Mark, put me down!”
“You’re the one who should be scared.” With my arms securely around hers, I carry her to my bathroom and slam the door. “Lock the door. Lock it!”
“What?” she asks in complete annoyance.
“Lock me out until I can clear my head! Do it!”
“Fuck’s sake. I understand what happened. Dayne didn’t give you a choice... and the things you said about your past, how do you even function after all that shit? Mark? Are you listening? I could’ve called the cops when you left, but I...”
Her voice fades as I reach the bottom of my stairwell, in need of a drink. I take the cap off my bottle of whiskey and down two shots then carry the bottle back upstairs.
Maybe she’s a figment of my imagination.
“Did you hear me? I’m coming out if you don’t answer.”
Nope. She’s real.
“Jules.” I stand naked outside the bathroom door with a gun in one hand, the bottle of whiskey in the other, and cum from our recent ‘fuck and suck’ crusted on the tip of my dick. “What you heard about my past is like a speck of sand in an endless desert. You don’t have a clue.”
“I want to know.”
“No!”
Cold air floats across my flesh, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. I don’t believe in ghosts, but every once in a while there’s a moment when I sense someone’s watching me, like my bastard father, although tonight this frigid air feels more like Dayne.
“Shelter yourself from me,” I whisper.
“You’re going about this all wrong.” It sounds like she’s pacing. “Who ever heard of this sort of kidnapping? I’m not supposed to lock myself up. Geez.”
She’s insane. I’ve fallen for a crazy woman who’s playing Ping-Pong inside my head. “You’re not kidnapped.”
“Good, so I can open the door?”
This isn’t working. She should be cowering and pleading for her life.
“Mark, are you rubbing your chin with the barrel of your gun?”
How the hell does she know that?
“One of these days you’re going to accidentally blow your head off!”
It won’t be an accident.
“Are you there?”
“Tell me why you didn’t call the cops?” I ask. “Is it because you didn’t want to give up your free room?”
The door bursts open and she stomps toward me with her fist shaking in the air.
“You dickhead!” she shouts. “You’re damn lucky I know how to restrain myself or you’d have a bloody nose right now. No, it’s not because I’ve got a warm bed! God! I already told you I overheard you in the garage.”
“And what the hell were you doing sneaking around and listening to a private conversation?”
Her finger is back in my face. “Don’t interrupt me,” she snarls. “You idiots were yelling, how could I not overhear? If you want to kill someone, do it in the privacy of your own home.”
“This is my home! And what the fuck do you know about killing someone?”
Her mouth drops open, in shock that I would butt in again.
“As I was saying,” she pronounces each word slowly, taking charge of the conversation, “that guy, Roland, the one who hurt me... I’ve often replayed that night in my head. What if he had tried to kill me? What would’ve happened if he was worried about me going to the police and he wanted to shut me up? If he had attempted anything, I would’ve tried to take his life to save my own. That’s what you did, right?”
I’m hesitant to answer.
“I think that’s what happened. At least, I want to believe that’s what went down,” she sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “If I didn’t know you, I would’ve called the police, however, my heart’s involved and I’m being led by my feelings.”
She doesn’t know me, but those words just relieved the storm in my head. There’s another person in this room with a hijacked heart. To hurt Jules because she overheard my big mouth would be absurd. It’s my fault. Of course, I’ve killed for less, but never a woman. That’s the main issue. I’ve never physically harmed or killed a woman. If it were life or death I would, but this isn’t. Or maybe... shit, she better not be playing me. I take another sip of whiskey then hand her the bottle, but she turns it down.
“I’m too good for you,” she says. “Yet I think you deserve a chance with me. You need a good woman to set you straight.”
“Oh yeah?” I laugh, not knowing whether to lock her up or marry her. I guess they’re one and the same anyway. “What do you mean by ‘set me straight?’”
“If I’m open with you then you should be with me. No more lying. I know you didn’t fall in the fucking pool.”
“Screw that. You pretended to be asleep when I got in. Don’t call me a liar, you hypocrite.”
“Okay, see, this is good. We have a lot in common,” she says approvingly. “We both lied earlier.”
/> I shake my head and let out a deep exhale as I fall into the chair next to the bed. This woman has to be imaginary. Seriously. I mean, maybe I’m starting to hallucinate.
She crosses her legs and kicks her foot in the air as she speaks. “I’m sure this is hard on you. When I say you need to be set straight, I mean someone needs to help you through this mess. You’re probably still in shock and unable to process the events of the night. I bet that’s why you’re so calm about it. Right?”
I offer a fake nod.
“And once you come around and reality sets in, you shouldn’t have to deal with the stress on your own. It’s not easy. Trust me... actually, you need to trust me with everything. You know you can.”
Wordy woman. She’s speaking so quickly that I wonder if she’s on speed.
“And you know I’m decent. I stayed, and the police weren’t called. I didn’t run away because you and I both know you’d be lost without me.”
I pretend to rub my lips so she can’t see the smile on my face.
“Oh, and by the way, you should be thanking me. I didn’t say anything about Dayne until our fuck was over because I didn’t want to be rude.”
Yep, she’s flat out cracked. Senseless and wild even when sober, like myself.
“Breathe,” I request. “Relax for me.”
She leans back with her arms stretched and takes a deep breath.
I’m doubtful I can trust a person who’s perfectly fine with the fact that I just killed a man, but I’m not about to let her go. I’ll have to sleep with one eye open for a while.
“Tell me you’re okay,” she whispers. “Does your head hurt? Is your brother-in-law alright?”
“Cove’s fine. And yes, my head’s pounding.”
“Let me get you some ibuprofen.”
“No.” I stand, getting them from the bathroom myself.
She grins. “See, you’re fearful of me.”
“You’re such a comedian,” I say sarcastically. “I’m not worried about you drugging me, if that’s what you think. I just don’t feel like explaining where I keep them... and I don’t need you to look after me.”